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the love child will find you
the love child will pull
at your pantleg
and desperately grab your hand
the love child knows that it wore
a sheen, and a strange name
--or no name, because it's birth wasn't
planned, or maybe it was
but you had a choice
the name grew more delicious
more desired
every time you spoke it
the exotic name, the uncommon name
that you found deep within yourself
and painted on this child of yours
the novelty the tears the sleepless nights
at having something of your own
then the soft little teeth
and constant cries of it's soft belly
don't worry, it won't bite you
if it does
you won't know what to do
and you will sob, red-faced, as is your habit
because you were not prepared
for a scene such as this
the shiny cover of the book
holds no answers
and you will break down
and abandon the love child
and it will follow you through the years
with it's teddy bear and dollar store clothes
to your careers and committees,
and everyone will say, how sad
and you will hide the child
because you're embarassed
and the sheen is all gone
and it will be hunted
with social workers, and it will leave
a trail
of toys and photos and teary little eyes
that will blink at you when you find them
you will see it's face in the newspapers
and at the gas station
it will hide behind horrible things
things you hoped, in your prenatal plans,
that it never would
and it's friends will feel sorry for it
it has the sob and the pain that you gave it
feelings overwhelm your love child
and push it to the wall
the brick the concrete the asphalt
because it needs something solid
because it is slowly dying
with it's raging need
for something, a heart to love it
and those who collect hopeless souls
will find it, curled up beside the wall
and carry it, bruised and hollowed
to your doorstep
and you will watch it, barely able to stand
and you will be torn open
and your love child finally has your heart
and everyone will cheer
Thank god that's over!
And the love child will look at you
and you will finally speak it's name.